First there is the adrenaline rush of the moment. Which in an event like one last week stretches on for four days.
Then comes exhaustion. When you’ve addressed absolutely every last detail and loose end you collapse. And sleep.
Which I did. A lot. Late into the morning. In the middle of the afternoon. Early in the evening I just kept nodding off to dreamland.
And my dreams, which had been oddly packed with event-related details, finally started to drift back to images of riding Now Voyager across endless green meadows.
Even with all this sleeping I managed to visit Now Voyager a couple of times and tend to his ouchy hoof. Soaking, wrapping and carrot after carrot. He’s still lame but happy with the carrot supply.
I even got back on the bike after a 5 week hiatus. Why is it that I don’t appreciate how strong I am until I’ve lost fitness and am struggling up a hill that I used to scoff at with cries of “bring it on!” while dancing in my pedals? Yes, that was me with the trembling quads.
I would not have gotten into the pool last night if I had any inkling that my body was teetering on the edge of a cold. But alas, hindsight and all that.
Hours after returning home my throat was on fire and my sinuses were clogging up. My only hope is that this devilish cold departs as quickly as it arrived.
In the meantime, I’m the one wrapped in a blanket and sipping tea.
Here’s hoping all of you are happy this Thanksgiving week!